Since mid December life has been very quiet for me. For on this is the date I succumbed to a varied and it would seem continuing list of ailments… let there be no confusion here: I am working my way through the A to Z of general illness and woes.
Not that I am alone in my bug ridden existence… others seem also to to be battling through croaks, coughs, splutters and general malaise. you have my best wishes.
Never had I had to lie so low for so long (well there was chicken pox when I was 13 but that is another story completely). So with cancelled appointments and parties strewn around my diary I finally rear into vision again on my first 08 blog.
One thing that you notice when you are left marooned in bed while the world parties its way through Christmas, New Year, going back to work, and all the other high points around at this time of year, is how much print is involved in being ill.
If we are a nation of computer users illness is not where it is at.
I shall give a brief listing of print necessary to accompany one during a journey through the valley of sickness and we can all glory in the fact that print is well and truly still a vital part of our lives.
Get well cards (one hand drawn by a six year old), printed prescriptions, labels on drugs, leaflet in drugs to confirm that I was not going to kill myself by adding another tablet to the rattling cocktail. Newspapers to read to stave off deadly boredom, TV guides to monitor in case anything worth watching was to pop up, the printed envelopes to the DVDs coming through the post… (ok the computer was used to order them but they still needed a cover), holiday brochures to peruse in case I lived, recipes to read and possibly cook, a printed map to get to the more alternative doctor I tried alongside the NHS and finally when the wheezing reached a crescendo that neither I nor my fellow passengers on board my train could ignore, the hospital charts in A&E which monitored whether I was going to go pop.
So I enter February with a renewed sense of my own mortality, a grateful thanks to modern medicine and apologies to those I have cancelled, postponed or am due to get back to. Normal service one hopes will resume soon.